I shivered as he withdrew from my heat, my body spasming once more when he raised his hand to his mouth, sucking and licking my juices from his skin. I was panting, lust curling in my belly even after my release at the heat in his eyes as he stared down at me.
“Over. Hands and knees. Now,” Brandon said roughly.
His voice was dark, his gaze intent. My breath caught and I complied immediately, rolling over underneath him, pulling my knees up beneath me so my ass was in the air and my arms and cheek were pressed to the mattress. I felt him shift, moving his knees closer to my legs, pressing them together more rather than widening them. Before I could question, he ran his fingers along the dripping wet seam between my thighs, spearing his fingers in deep, once, twice, and then replaced them with his hardened length, pushing fully inside me in an unhurried thrust.
I groaned at the friction of him sliding inside me, the fullness of him seeming even larger and harder than ever with my thighs closed tight around him. He pulled back, almost completely out of me, and then thrust home again, harder than before. His hips slapped against my ass, making us both moan.
On a muffled curse, his control snapped and he gripped my hips tight in his hands, fingers digging into my flesh as he began pounding into me, each deep slide of him inside me building the anticipation, my muscles tightening, quaking beneath him as he pushed me closer to the edge. His left hand let go of my hip, slid around and pressed in, his fingers brushing against my swollen clit and that was it.
I came, crying out as I tumbled over the edge into pure bliss, shouting Brandon’s name as he slammed home one last time, locking himself as deep inside me as he could, and then filling me with the scalding heat of his seed. When the storm had passed, he pulled out and collapsed beside me, breathing heavy as he brushed my forehead with his lips.
“I swear to fucking jeebus, babe, it gets better every time,” he panted, quirking the corner of his lips up in a lopsided, half-goofy grin.
I laughed, cuddling into his side and kissing his chest. This was happiness.
I finally got out of bed again, showered and got ready to go. Brandon decided he’d drop me off since we were pretty much going to the same place. We pulled up to Emma’s house and I got out, waving to Brandon as he pulled away.
Before I got to the door, it opened and Hayden, Emma’s now 5 year old niece, came rushing out.
“Cwoey! Guess what? My mommy’s gonna haved another baby!” she crowed, her little pigtails flying behind her as she skidded to a stop in front of me.
I crouched down to her level (she was such a petite, cute little thing) and grabbed her hands. “That’s awesome, Hayden! Are you excited?”
She nodded vigorously and spun on her heel, pulling away from me to run inside again. I followed, looking around to see where the dogs were, but they were conspicuously absent. Emma was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher, Allie was sitting cross legged on the couch, nursing Liam, and Jenna was sitting in the armchair, Everly in her lap. She was looking down into the baby’s tiny little face and asking, “What am I gonna do? Huh? Uncle Noah is an asshole and knocked me up and my God, this is nuts!”
“Hey, Chloe,” Emma called from the kitchen before adding, “Jenna, quit cussing at my child. You want to cuss at a kid, do it to your own. God knows they probably have a worse vocabulary than all of us combined,” she finished, drolly.
“Ha ha ha,” Jenna said, her tone heavy on the sarcasm. “I didn’t even get a chance to tell Noah myself, or you. I mean, I didn’t even get to tell Chloe because Hayden has a big mouth!”
“Mommy…” Hayden scolded. “You hafta tawk nicewy now that you have a baby in your bewwy. And my mouf isn’t big. Your mouf is big. I sawed it get big when you was in the cwoset with daddy and you had his-”